What makes someone a friend? No, seriously, give it some thought. I want no platitudes, or trite answers.
My current life situation has caused me to ask this question. It would seem I have come to a place in my life that I have been in many times. I have no friends. It isn't half as sad as it seems, especially when you consider that, as I have said above, I don't really know what a friend is.
After giving it much thought, and talking it over with my good friend Don, I have decided that I actually do have some friends. It is jut that my definition of friend is different from the reality. So, I have to ask myself, what is a friend, really? When you strip away the emotion of a relationship, what are you left with?
I am a very logical person, and though I accept emotion as real, I don't think it should define reality. There is emotion and then there is reality, and they do not necessarily always agree (I am banging on my keyboard, because it isn't typing all of the letters; that is, the window I am typing into is not capturing all of the letters I type; this is very irritating, as you can imagine).
Back to the question of a friend: Is a friend always just an emotional connection? Can there be logical reasons for being friends? I have always felt (not known, or even thought) that a friend is someone you have an emotional connection to, and that is it. They are someone to be around who is rewarding emotionally. This is why, when someone becomes emotionally unrewarding, I generally let them go. Now, while this may seem heartless, it is often the healthier thing to do.
My friend Blair posits a different understandng of friendship: A friend is an ally, someone who will fight with you against yor mutual enemies. Now, that mutual enemy could be as pedestrian as boredom, or the heat, but it is the enemy that is essential. This may explain why my friendship with Blair has been rocky at times.
Others have led me to understand that people bond together out of a herd instinct. Now, whether you believe that or not, humans are not herd animals. We are predators. It is why our eyes face forward. A pack instinct I could understand better. A group of predators, hungry and lurking. But this leads us back into Blair's belief: The enemies of a group of predators are boredom, hunger, and other predators.
None of that explains the emotional context, however. Why do people like eachother, and decide to share lives together? Why do we need other people? I will post on this more, later.